lonely marquee

A Poem by Hermione

all other ways
you're just pretending
to end this
inhuman longing
and longer than
the longest days
and that which I
say, cannot be said
they fine me alive
but only inside
alone in my head
moving faster than it is
is harder than it seems
the words I want
the worlds i want
from other mouths
turn away ears
to a lonely marquee.